Lyrics Nancy Sinatra - The Bottle Rockets

Nancy Sinatra

She’s so fine y’all
She ain’t mine naw
Her name is Nancy, and Frankie is her pa
She’s the queen of my screen
Skirt so tight my mind goes right To pure obscene
Swingin' sounds of the sixties
Sell 'em on the t.v.
late at night
Wish I had a time machine
She’s stone cold out-of-sight
She' so cute
Drop all of my loot
Just to see her standing in her go-go boots
Swingin' sounds of the sixties
Sell 'em on the t.v.
late at night
Wish I had a time machine
She’s stone cold out-of-sight
She’s so hot-ta
Take all I got-ta
Just to be in the company of Miss Nancy Sinatra
Swingin' sounds of the sixties
Sell 'em on the t.v.
late at night
Wish I had a time machine
She’s stone cold out-of-sight
Swingin' sounds of the sixties
Sell 'em on the t.v.
late at night
Wish I had a time machine
She’s stone cold out-of-sight
She’s stone cold out-of-sight
She’s stone cold out-of-sight
She’s stone cold